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Challenge: Seven: Sexswap
Title: The Curse
Rating: R
Wordcount: 644
It started with a curse.
*
“I’ll have to look into it,” said Gaius gravely. Arthur just rolled his eyes, and went to bed.
*
It started with Arthur discovering one morning that his breeches were now, somehow, two inches too long, and his toes no longer reached to the end of his boots.
*
“But why would you need them to be shorter?” the seamstress said, puzzled.
“Just do it,” he growled.
*
It started when, two days later, they were too long again, and he knew for certain that something was wrong.
He’d lie awake at night and feel his body changing, parts of him shifting under the skin.
*
“You’re getting smaller,” said Merlin flatly.
“You noticed,” said Arthur.
“It’s the curse, isn’t it?” said Merlin.
*
It started with a strange, itchy feeling. His skin felt like it didn’t quite fit any more. He just felt wrong.
*
“If your feet get much smaller you might have to borrow some shoes from Morgana,” Merlin teased. Arthur punched him on the shoulder.
*
It started the morning he woke up and felt different. Like something was missing. He felt strangely empty.
He sat up, suspicion crawling up his spine, and slipped a hand between his legs.
“Good God.”
*
“So there’s really - I mean, it’s really -”
“Shut up, Merlin.”
“But you’ve got - I mean, you -”
“Shut up!”
*
It started the day he found he was growing breasts. His shirts all seemed to be too tight across the front all of a sudden.
*
“Are you saying you can offer no help with this whatsoever?”
“I’m sorry, sire.”
*
It started the day his father forebade him from training with the knights any more.
“As long as you’re… like this, it’s unthinkable.”
He opened his mouth to say that he was fine, and he’d be fine, and he could still fight, but his father had already left.
*
“Your voice is getting higher,” said Merlin. “Had you noticed?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
*
It started when Morgana offered to lend him some clothes.
“They’d fit you better,” she said.
“I’m not a woman!” he said, but he sounded like a she.
Morgana shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
*
He refused to let anyone address him as anything but ‘sire’.
“I am not a woman!” he hissed at Merlin when he was questioned on this.
“You are at the moment,” said Merlin, looking pointedly at his chest. Or maybe just looking. He did that often enough as it was.
Arthur folded his arms.
*
It started when Gaius told him that the only way the curse could be lifted was with magic. Which clearly wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
*
“But aren’t you the least bit curious?” said Merlin.
“No.”
“You don’t want to know what it’d be like?”
“No!”
“You must be a little bit curious.”
Merlin was eying up his new breasts again. Arthur rolled his eyes.
*
It started with a kiss.
With Merlin’s glee at finally being able to get his hands on Arthur’s breasts - ‘They are gorgeous, you know’ - and Arthur’s clearly faked irritation.
“Get on with it,” he snapped.
*
It started with Merlin sliding into him. It felt strange and new and awkward at first, but then they began to move, found a rhythm, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Then Merlin reached down, slid two fingers between his legs, and rubbed at his clitoris until he screamed.
*
“Maybe I was a little curious,” he said.
Merlin smiled. “You trust me, don’t you?” he said.
“Of course.”
*
It started with strange words, with a spell, and the wonderful, excruciating sensation of his body shifting back to how it used to be in a fraction of the time it had taken to change in the first place.
Challenge: Eight: Dark!Fic
Title: Untitled Vampire Fic
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 750
Warnings: Some gore, dub!con, temporary character death
He had no idea how much time had passed when he woke up. He wasn’t sure what had happened - he remembered brief flashes; being attacked, being thrown around like a doll, and the creature’s hands reaching out for -
Merlin.
He forced his eyes open. Merlin was lying sprawled a few feet away, pale but otherwise intact.
Except that, once he got over there, he realised that the other side of his neck was a mess, pieces torn out of it, blood seeping down onto the ground -
He thought he might be sick.
“Merlin?” he managed. “Merlin, can you hear me?” There was no response. He noticed to his horror that Merlin didn’t seem to be breathing. “Oh God, Merlin, answer me.”
There was blood smeared across Merlin’s lips as well.
He reached out and gave him a shake, as if that might wake him up.
And then Merlin moved. His whole body jerked, began to shake violently, and his mouth opened to let out a low whine that made Arthur’s skin crawl -
By the time he managed to get him back to Camelot, he was still again, limp in Arthur’s arms, like a corpse (except he wasn’t dead - he couldn’t be, he’d been moving just a few minutes ago).
“Oh, my - ” Gaius said when he saw Merlin’s neck. “What did this?”
“I’m not sure,” said Arthur. He rubbed his head. It still ached. “Whatever it was, it knocked me out - I didn’t see - I’m sorry. I didn’t see.”
“He… isn’t breathing,” said Gaius.
“No, but he was moving,” said Arthur. “And… making a sound… he was alive, I know he was, and…”
Gaius sat down. He didn’t seem to hear him.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
Then Merlin opened his eyes.
He looked up at Arthur, and smiled.
“He’s still very weak,” said Gaius a few hours later. “But I have no idea what it was that attacked you. I shall have to look into it.”
“He’ll be alright, though, won’t he?” said Gwen, hands twisting together in her lap.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” said Gaius.
But that night Arthur was woken by a sound somewhere inside his room. He sat up. By the light of the candle next to his bed, he could just make out someone standing nearby.
“Who’s there?” he said.
“It’s me,” said Merlin. He stepped into the light. His voice had a strange, silken quality to it.
“I thought you were too weak to get out of bed,” said Arthur.
“I’m feeling better,” said Merlin. His eyes flicked to Arthur’s neck. He smiled, and knelt on the floor next to him. “Came to see you.”
“That’s good,” said Arthur. “That’s - ” He broke off.
The skin of Merlin’s neck was smooth, unmarked but for a few faint scars.
“Merlin,” he said, reaching out to touch it. “What - ”
“Like I said,” said Merlin, catching his wrist. His grip seemed stronger than usual. “All better now.” He pulled himself up to sit on the bed, and smiled.
“I think I should fetch Gaius,” said Arthur. He swallowed. His throat was dry. Merlin’s gaze was intense, and longing, and it was making him very uncomfortable. And yet…
“Don’t do that,” said Merlin. He reached out, ran his fingers down Arthur’s neck. Arthur shivered, but didn’t pull away. He wasn’t sure he could move right now. He wasn’t sure he could breath right now.
“You look - ” Merlin said, leaning in, his face a fraction of an inch away from Arthur’s neck. “Delicious - ”
Arthur closed his eyes.
He felt a sharp pain, felt his own breathing hitch, his heart flutter, felt Merlin’s body against his, felt pleasure flood through his body, leaving him limp. He didn’t think he could resist this even if he wanted to.
“Merlin…” he gasped out. He heard Merlin moan against his neck in response. He knew that it hurt, but he didn’t care. He just didn’t want it to end.
By the time Merlin pulled back, his whole body felt numb. He was aware of nothing but the loss of sensation. He let out a whine of disappointment.
He felt Merlin’s wrist against his lips, Merlin’s blood, seeping into his mouth, and he had just enough strength left to swallow before everything faded away.
He woke up the next morning, weak and dizzy, his eyes sore from the chinks of sunlight from outside, but Merlin was with him, and everything was going to be alright.
He smiled.
Challenge: Nine: Voyeurism
Title: Untitled
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 552
A/N: I really, truly hate this one.
Morgana had just been passing Arthur’s chambers. Just walking past, on her way to somewhere else entirely. She hadn’t been looking for him. It wasn’t something she’d planned. It was a complete accident.
It just so happened that, as she was passing, she heard some strange, indistinct noises from inside his room, and thought that perhaps she should make sure he was alright.
She knocked on the door. “Arthur?” she said. “Is everything alright?” She heard his voice call out, and it sounded like he might have been saying ‘come in’ - it was muffled and distorted, but she reasoned that it was hard to hear him properly through the door. So she pushed it open.
At first all she saw was a messy tangle of limbs - Merlin’s bare, pale legs, Arthur’s outstretched arm and curling fingers - but then it resolved itself into a scene that made her heart flutter.
Arthur (Arthur) was bent over the table, legs splayed open, with his manservant standing behind him, fucking him, giving it to him hard, taking him roughly - the Crown Prince of Camelot, taking it up the arse -
And Arthur loved it. She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear him grunting and moaning, fingers scrabbling desperately on the polished tabletop.
“C’mon, Merlin - you can do better than that - give it to me - ohGodyes. ”
Morgana gasped, and covered her mouth to hold back a moan. Merlin was bending forward ever so slightly, and she could see in between his spread legs - see everything.
She could see him sliding in and out of Arthur, see his balls slapping the Prince’s arse with every thrust, see the way Arthur’s shirt was pulled up around his ribs, see the bruises on his hips - Merlin must have done that, she realised. Merlin had left marks on his Prince.
She realised her mouth was hanging open, and shut it hurriedly. She knew she should go, just close the door quietly behind her and leave them to it, but she couldn’t quite tear her eyes away from them.
Merlin shifted, and thrust hard at a new angle, and Arthur must have liked that even better, because it made him yell, and gasp out some very bad words.
“Oh God, Arthur,” she heard Merlin moan. But her attention was fixed on Arthur.
She knew she should be disgusted by what she was seeing. That Arthur shouldn’t allow anyone to use him like this, let alone his servant, but there was just something about it that was incredibly… arousing.
Her breath hitched. She could feel herself starting to get wet, and she wanted, she wanted to -
She took one, last, long look at the pair of them fixed the image in her mind, then turned and left them alone, fled back to her own chambers.
And once there, she locked herself in, sank down onto her bed, and slipped her hand up her own skirts.
All she had to do was picture it - just think of what she’d seen, of Arthur submitting, letting another man take him like that - and slip her fingers inside herself, and that was enough.
She came harder than she ever had before, clenching around her own fingers, then slumped back down on the bed.
She didn’t think she’d ever see him the same way again.
Challenge: Ten: Threesome
Title: Untitled Arthur/Merlin/Gwen fic
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 841
“This,” said Gwen. “This is going to be - well.” She swallowed. “Interesting?”
Arthur wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Shush,” he said.
“I mean, I know, I, ah - it was my idea, but - do you really think this was a good idea?”
Merlin slipped off his shirt, left it lying on the floor, and crawled onto the bed to kneel beside her feet. He raised an eyebrow. “I think it was an excellent idea, Gwen.”
“Oh, do you really?” she said, blushing a little. “I mean, I - well, I just thought - ”
Arthur pressed a finger against her lips. “Gwen,” he said. “If you don’t stop babbling, I’ll use my kingly authority to make you.” He kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Kingly authority?” she said. “What kind of kingly authority?
Arthur turned, and nodded at Merlin. “Distract her, would you?” Merlin smiled, and nodded back. Then he leaned forward, and gently parted her legs.
“What’s he going to do?” said Gwen. “Arthur? What -”
Arthur reached for her hand, and twisted their fingers together. “Just relax,” he said, kissing her, slow and gentle, sucking on her lower lip as he pulled back. Merlin, meanwhile, was trailing kisses up her calf towards her knee. “And enjoy.” He let go of her hand, and cupped one of her breasts. “Hmm?”
“I - oh!” she said. Merlin was tracing patterns on her inner thigh with the tip of her tongue. She swallowed. “Ohhh.”
“Good?” said Arthur, and kissed her again before she could answer. “Hmm?” he said.
“What was the question?” she said faintly. Merlin’s tongue was moving gradually higher and higher. He was currently running it gently up and down the crease where her thigh met her hips.
“Does that,” said Arthur, nodding downwards. “Feel good?”
“Oh,” she said, eyes slipping closed. “Yes - yes, it feels - ” She heard Arthur make a little sound, like a confirmation, and then she felt Merlin’s mouth shift, felt his breath between her legs, and he was going to, going to -
“Oh, yes!” she gasped out as he dragged his tongue up between her folds. “I - ohhhh.” He was making little circles around her clitoris now. She’d known Merlin had a clever tongue, but she’d had no idea that he could…
“Well,” said Arthur. “That seemed to work. Eh, Merlin?”
“Mm-hmm,” said Merlin. Gwen shuddered at the vibrations. Then he finally, finally dragged his tongue across her clitoris, and she had to bite back a scream.
“Oh, don’t hold back, Gwen,” said Arthur. “We’ve only just begun.” He made another little sound, a signal, and Merlin sucked on her clitoris one last time before stopping abruptly. She opened her eyes, and stared down at him. He stared right back at her, eyes glinting, and wiped his mouth. “Shall I?” said Arthur. His hand was drifting down her body, hovering on her belly, thumb dipping into her navel. She shivered.
“Go ahead,” said Merlin. He shifted to the side a little, sat up, and rested a hand on her thigh. Arthur’s hand slid lower, and lower, between her legs, stroking all the places were Merlin’s tongue had been only moments before.
But then his hand slid even lower (and it was very easy, because she was so wet - she could feel it every time she moved, flesh sliding against flesh, and it felt delicious), and he slipped one finger inside her.
“Oh!” she said. “Oh, Arthur - I -”
“Don’t say anything,” said Merlin. He squeezed her thigh gently.
“I forbid it,” said Arthur, moving his finger inside her, in and out of her. “Hmm?” he said, turning to Merlin.
Merlin just grinned, and moved off her completely, kneeling beside her hips. Once he was settled, Arthur lifted himself up, and slipped a leg over her waist. “Are you ready?” he said.
“I - I think so,” she said. She felt long fingers sliding between her legs - Merlin’s, not Arthur’s - pulling her apart gently, getting her ready for - for Arthur.
He lined himself up, and pushed forwards, and then he was sliding into her, and it was so smooth and easy…
But once he was all the way inside (her head was spinning, she could hardly breath, and he was bigger than he’d looked, now that he was inside her, all she could think was oh God oh God it feels so good), he stopped, and turned to look at Merlin. “Well?” he said. Merlin grinned, and reached over to set something down on the table beside the bed (she hadn’t noticed him picking it up in the first place). Then he crawled across the bed, arranged himself behind Arthur, and…
Arthur groaned, eyes screwed shut, and buried his face in her shoulder. “Merlin,” he choked out.
Merlin pushed the rest of the way into Arthur with one, sharp, thrust, and Gwen yelped as Arthur was suddenly forced further into her.
The three of them stayed still for a moment or two, getting used to the new sensations.
Then they began to move.
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Challenge: Seven: Sexswap
Title: The Curse
Rating: R
Wordcount: 644
It started with a curse.
*
“I’ll have to look into it,” said Gaius gravely. Arthur just rolled his eyes, and went to bed.
*
It started with Arthur discovering one morning that his breeches were now, somehow, two inches too long, and his toes no longer reached to the end of his boots.
*
“But why would you need them to be shorter?” the seamstress said, puzzled.
“Just do it,” he growled.
*
It started when, two days later, they were too long again, and he knew for certain that something was wrong.
He’d lie awake at night and feel his body changing, parts of him shifting under the skin.
*
“You’re getting smaller,” said Merlin flatly.
“You noticed,” said Arthur.
“It’s the curse, isn’t it?” said Merlin.
*
It started with a strange, itchy feeling. His skin felt like it didn’t quite fit any more. He just felt wrong.
*
“If your feet get much smaller you might have to borrow some shoes from Morgana,” Merlin teased. Arthur punched him on the shoulder.
*
It started the morning he woke up and felt different. Like something was missing. He felt strangely empty.
He sat up, suspicion crawling up his spine, and slipped a hand between his legs.
“Good God.”
*
“So there’s really - I mean, it’s really -”
“Shut up, Merlin.”
“But you’ve got - I mean, you -”
“Shut up!”
*
It started the day he found he was growing breasts. His shirts all seemed to be too tight across the front all of a sudden.
*
“Are you saying you can offer no help with this whatsoever?”
“I’m sorry, sire.”
*
It started the day his father forebade him from training with the knights any more.
“As long as you’re… like this, it’s unthinkable.”
He opened his mouth to say that he was fine, and he’d be fine, and he could still fight, but his father had already left.
*
“Your voice is getting higher,” said Merlin. “Had you noticed?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
*
It started when Morgana offered to lend him some clothes.
“They’d fit you better,” she said.
“I’m not a woman!” he said, but he sounded like a she.
Morgana shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
*
He refused to let anyone address him as anything but ‘sire’.
“I am not a woman!” he hissed at Merlin when he was questioned on this.
“You are at the moment,” said Merlin, looking pointedly at his chest. Or maybe just looking. He did that often enough as it was.
Arthur folded his arms.
*
It started when Gaius told him that the only way the curse could be lifted was with magic. Which clearly wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
*
“But aren’t you the least bit curious?” said Merlin.
“No.”
“You don’t want to know what it’d be like?”
“No!”
“You must be a little bit curious.”
Merlin was eying up his new breasts again. Arthur rolled his eyes.
*
It started with a kiss.
With Merlin’s glee at finally being able to get his hands on Arthur’s breasts - ‘They are gorgeous, you know’ - and Arthur’s clearly faked irritation.
“Get on with it,” he snapped.
*
It started with Merlin sliding into him. It felt strange and new and awkward at first, but then they began to move, found a rhythm, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Then Merlin reached down, slid two fingers between his legs, and rubbed at his clitoris until he screamed.
*
“Maybe I was a little curious,” he said.
Merlin smiled. “You trust me, don’t you?” he said.
“Of course.”
*
It started with strange words, with a spell, and the wonderful, excruciating sensation of his body shifting back to how it used to be in a fraction of the time it had taken to change in the first place.
Challenge: Eight: Dark!Fic
Title: Untitled Vampire Fic
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 750
Warnings: Some gore, dub!con, temporary character death
He had no idea how much time had passed when he woke up. He wasn’t sure what had happened - he remembered brief flashes; being attacked, being thrown around like a doll, and the creature’s hands reaching out for -
Merlin.
He forced his eyes open. Merlin was lying sprawled a few feet away, pale but otherwise intact.
Except that, once he got over there, he realised that the other side of his neck was a mess, pieces torn out of it, blood seeping down onto the ground -
He thought he might be sick.
“Merlin?” he managed. “Merlin, can you hear me?” There was no response. He noticed to his horror that Merlin didn’t seem to be breathing. “Oh God, Merlin, answer me.”
There was blood smeared across Merlin’s lips as well.
He reached out and gave him a shake, as if that might wake him up.
And then Merlin moved. His whole body jerked, began to shake violently, and his mouth opened to let out a low whine that made Arthur’s skin crawl -
By the time he managed to get him back to Camelot, he was still again, limp in Arthur’s arms, like a corpse (except he wasn’t dead - he couldn’t be, he’d been moving just a few minutes ago).
“Oh, my - ” Gaius said when he saw Merlin’s neck. “What did this?”
“I’m not sure,” said Arthur. He rubbed his head. It still ached. “Whatever it was, it knocked me out - I didn’t see - I’m sorry. I didn’t see.”
“He… isn’t breathing,” said Gaius.
“No, but he was moving,” said Arthur. “And… making a sound… he was alive, I know he was, and…”
Gaius sat down. He didn’t seem to hear him.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
Then Merlin opened his eyes.
He looked up at Arthur, and smiled.
“He’s still very weak,” said Gaius a few hours later. “But I have no idea what it was that attacked you. I shall have to look into it.”
“He’ll be alright, though, won’t he?” said Gwen, hands twisting together in her lap.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” said Gaius.
But that night Arthur was woken by a sound somewhere inside his room. He sat up. By the light of the candle next to his bed, he could just make out someone standing nearby.
“Who’s there?” he said.
“It’s me,” said Merlin. He stepped into the light. His voice had a strange, silken quality to it.
“I thought you were too weak to get out of bed,” said Arthur.
“I’m feeling better,” said Merlin. His eyes flicked to Arthur’s neck. He smiled, and knelt on the floor next to him. “Came to see you.”
“That’s good,” said Arthur. “That’s - ” He broke off.
The skin of Merlin’s neck was smooth, unmarked but for a few faint scars.
“Merlin,” he said, reaching out to touch it. “What - ”
“Like I said,” said Merlin, catching his wrist. His grip seemed stronger than usual. “All better now.” He pulled himself up to sit on the bed, and smiled.
“I think I should fetch Gaius,” said Arthur. He swallowed. His throat was dry. Merlin’s gaze was intense, and longing, and it was making him very uncomfortable. And yet…
“Don’t do that,” said Merlin. He reached out, ran his fingers down Arthur’s neck. Arthur shivered, but didn’t pull away. He wasn’t sure he could move right now. He wasn’t sure he could breath right now.
“You look - ” Merlin said, leaning in, his face a fraction of an inch away from Arthur’s neck. “Delicious - ”
Arthur closed his eyes.
He felt a sharp pain, felt his own breathing hitch, his heart flutter, felt Merlin’s body against his, felt pleasure flood through his body, leaving him limp. He didn’t think he could resist this even if he wanted to.
“Merlin…” he gasped out. He heard Merlin moan against his neck in response. He knew that it hurt, but he didn’t care. He just didn’t want it to end.
By the time Merlin pulled back, his whole body felt numb. He was aware of nothing but the loss of sensation. He let out a whine of disappointment.
He felt Merlin’s wrist against his lips, Merlin’s blood, seeping into his mouth, and he had just enough strength left to swallow before everything faded away.
He woke up the next morning, weak and dizzy, his eyes sore from the chinks of sunlight from outside, but Merlin was with him, and everything was going to be alright.
He smiled.
Challenge: Nine: Voyeurism
Title: Untitled
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 552
A/N: I really, truly hate this one.
Morgana had just been passing Arthur’s chambers. Just walking past, on her way to somewhere else entirely. She hadn’t been looking for him. It wasn’t something she’d planned. It was a complete accident.
It just so happened that, as she was passing, she heard some strange, indistinct noises from inside his room, and thought that perhaps she should make sure he was alright.
She knocked on the door. “Arthur?” she said. “Is everything alright?” She heard his voice call out, and it sounded like he might have been saying ‘come in’ - it was muffled and distorted, but she reasoned that it was hard to hear him properly through the door. So she pushed it open.
At first all she saw was a messy tangle of limbs - Merlin’s bare, pale legs, Arthur’s outstretched arm and curling fingers - but then it resolved itself into a scene that made her heart flutter.
Arthur (Arthur) was bent over the table, legs splayed open, with his manservant standing behind him, fucking him, giving it to him hard, taking him roughly - the Crown Prince of Camelot, taking it up the arse -
And Arthur loved it. She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear him grunting and moaning, fingers scrabbling desperately on the polished tabletop.
“C’mon, Merlin - you can do better than that - give it to me - ohGodyes. ”
Morgana gasped, and covered her mouth to hold back a moan. Merlin was bending forward ever so slightly, and she could see in between his spread legs - see everything.
She could see him sliding in and out of Arthur, see his balls slapping the Prince’s arse with every thrust, see the way Arthur’s shirt was pulled up around his ribs, see the bruises on his hips - Merlin must have done that, she realised. Merlin had left marks on his Prince.
She realised her mouth was hanging open, and shut it hurriedly. She knew she should go, just close the door quietly behind her and leave them to it, but she couldn’t quite tear her eyes away from them.
Merlin shifted, and thrust hard at a new angle, and Arthur must have liked that even better, because it made him yell, and gasp out some very bad words.
“Oh God, Arthur,” she heard Merlin moan. But her attention was fixed on Arthur.
She knew she should be disgusted by what she was seeing. That Arthur shouldn’t allow anyone to use him like this, let alone his servant, but there was just something about it that was incredibly… arousing.
Her breath hitched. She could feel herself starting to get wet, and she wanted, she wanted to -
She took one, last, long look at the pair of them fixed the image in her mind, then turned and left them alone, fled back to her own chambers.
And once there, she locked herself in, sank down onto her bed, and slipped her hand up her own skirts.
All she had to do was picture it - just think of what she’d seen, of Arthur submitting, letting another man take him like that - and slip her fingers inside herself, and that was enough.
She came harder than she ever had before, clenching around her own fingers, then slumped back down on the bed.
She didn’t think she’d ever see him the same way again.
Challenge: Ten: Threesome
Title: Untitled Arthur/Merlin/Gwen fic
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 841
“This,” said Gwen. “This is going to be - well.” She swallowed. “Interesting?”
Arthur wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Shush,” he said.
“I mean, I know, I, ah - it was my idea, but - do you really think this was a good idea?”
Merlin slipped off his shirt, left it lying on the floor, and crawled onto the bed to kneel beside her feet. He raised an eyebrow. “I think it was an excellent idea, Gwen.”
“Oh, do you really?” she said, blushing a little. “I mean, I - well, I just thought - ”
Arthur pressed a finger against her lips. “Gwen,” he said. “If you don’t stop babbling, I’ll use my kingly authority to make you.” He kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Kingly authority?” she said. “What kind of kingly authority?
Arthur turned, and nodded at Merlin. “Distract her, would you?” Merlin smiled, and nodded back. Then he leaned forward, and gently parted her legs.
“What’s he going to do?” said Gwen. “Arthur? What -”
Arthur reached for her hand, and twisted their fingers together. “Just relax,” he said, kissing her, slow and gentle, sucking on her lower lip as he pulled back. Merlin, meanwhile, was trailing kisses up her calf towards her knee. “And enjoy.” He let go of her hand, and cupped one of her breasts. “Hmm?”
“I - oh!” she said. Merlin was tracing patterns on her inner thigh with the tip of her tongue. She swallowed. “Ohhh.”
“Good?” said Arthur, and kissed her again before she could answer. “Hmm?” he said.
“What was the question?” she said faintly. Merlin’s tongue was moving gradually higher and higher. He was currently running it gently up and down the crease where her thigh met her hips.
“Does that,” said Arthur, nodding downwards. “Feel good?”
“Oh,” she said, eyes slipping closed. “Yes - yes, it feels - ” She heard Arthur make a little sound, like a confirmation, and then she felt Merlin’s mouth shift, felt his breath between her legs, and he was going to, going to -
“Oh, yes!” she gasped out as he dragged his tongue up between her folds. “I - ohhhh.” He was making little circles around her clitoris now. She’d known Merlin had a clever tongue, but she’d had no idea that he could…
“Well,” said Arthur. “That seemed to work. Eh, Merlin?”
“Mm-hmm,” said Merlin. Gwen shuddered at the vibrations. Then he finally, finally dragged his tongue across her clitoris, and she had to bite back a scream.
“Oh, don’t hold back, Gwen,” said Arthur. “We’ve only just begun.” He made another little sound, a signal, and Merlin sucked on her clitoris one last time before stopping abruptly. She opened her eyes, and stared down at him. He stared right back at her, eyes glinting, and wiped his mouth. “Shall I?” said Arthur. His hand was drifting down her body, hovering on her belly, thumb dipping into her navel. She shivered.
“Go ahead,” said Merlin. He shifted to the side a little, sat up, and rested a hand on her thigh. Arthur’s hand slid lower, and lower, between her legs, stroking all the places were Merlin’s tongue had been only moments before.
But then his hand slid even lower (and it was very easy, because she was so wet - she could feel it every time she moved, flesh sliding against flesh, and it felt delicious), and he slipped one finger inside her.
“Oh!” she said. “Oh, Arthur - I -”
“Don’t say anything,” said Merlin. He squeezed her thigh gently.
“I forbid it,” said Arthur, moving his finger inside her, in and out of her. “Hmm?” he said, turning to Merlin.
Merlin just grinned, and moved off her completely, kneeling beside her hips. Once he was settled, Arthur lifted himself up, and slipped a leg over her waist. “Are you ready?” he said.
“I - I think so,” she said. She felt long fingers sliding between her legs - Merlin’s, not Arthur’s - pulling her apart gently, getting her ready for - for Arthur.
He lined himself up, and pushed forwards, and then he was sliding into her, and it was so smooth and easy…
But once he was all the way inside (her head was spinning, she could hardly breath, and he was bigger than he’d looked, now that he was inside her, all she could think was oh God oh God it feels so good), he stopped, and turned to look at Merlin. “Well?” he said. Merlin grinned, and reached over to set something down on the table beside the bed (she hadn’t noticed him picking it up in the first place). Then he crawled across the bed, arranged himself behind Arthur, and…
Arthur groaned, eyes screwed shut, and buried his face in her shoulder. “Merlin,” he choked out.
Merlin pushed the rest of the way into Arthur with one, sharp, thrust, and Gwen yelped as Arthur was suddenly forced further into her.
The three of them stayed still for a moment or two, getting used to the new sensations.
Then they began to move.